Syndrome Poems

IN AND OF SYNDROME AWARENESS

IN AND OF SYNDROME AWARENESS

Time to overcome
This dread Oppressor Syndrome’s
Large, self-killing sum:-
Self-oppression devastates:
Cancel the syndrome’s mistakes:-

Come revolution,
Heal syndrome’s devolution:
Curing delusion:-
It's time for revolution:
Let’s get to liberation:-

We’ve survived much worse,
Of the oppressor’s damned curse;
Now’s too, we must burst:-
Streaming justice back here,
Let’s get going without fear:-

We must get through this;
Can’t lose hope and be remiss:-
Chains, we must

You Already Know

You’ve spent years gathering pieces.
Lessons woven into your hands,
stitched into your voice,
threaded through the way you move.

Still, you hesitate.

As if wisdom needs a witness.
As if truth needs permission.
As if you are waiting for someone
to say, yes, you are allowed.

But no one is coming to grant you authority.
No degree, no title, no nod of approval
will make

The Old Foot-In-The-Mouth Syndrome

People say the oddest things
not realizing their faux pas

Given the chance to self correct
they usually fail miserably

Is it malice or stupidity
~ unlikely we'll ever know



AP: 3rd place 2025

Perfect Girl Syndrome

I checked all the boxes, all neat and clean. I smiled wide, I stayed soft, unseen. I raised my hand, I made the grades. But I lost myself somewhere along the way. The pressure built as my perfect mask slipped. I wanted to be their star, but I came unequipped. I tried to uphold all

Imposter me not Syndrome

I just write. Sure, I have pieces in several books just scattered all around. Probably have written over 999 Poems by now. Still, My accolades are hard for me to gather and jot down. Let alone celebrate any milestone of accomplishment that I won’t remember when you ask what I have been up to anyhow.

Has-Beans

One cup was enough
to curl his toes
as caffeine
the psychoactive chemical
allowed no doze
or more than a mug
no matter how roasted
the polyphenols
affected his free radicals
'til he did feel really quite toasted
and yet with no wish to upset
the happy home
after so many years of married life
he chose to grin and bear it
the 'Harried Hubby' syndrome
for altho' his dear

Eurotunnel Travel

While sharing the ride
and not a lot to see or do
seated side by side
in the Chunnel queue
with commuters driving home
I took a look at the view
carpool tunnel vision syndrome

Locked in

Nick was hurt one bright morn
Strokes hit his brain stem, connections were torn
They carried him off the rugby field
Horror began and an old world was sealed

It looked like a coma, but that was a disguise
He could only converse by blinking his eyes
Locked in, his body would not respond
With the outside world, a broken bond.

Anger flared,

Main Character Syndrome

toe tag flutters
she leans in for selfies—
sad-face emoji

Pharaoh syndrome'

A condition affecting many  current politicans
And rouge world influencers.'

- Jacob Born With Down Syndrome -

                   
                      Striving to be happy all the time is unrealistic
     

The Downs Syndrome Child

Someone near and dear to me 
Has a child with Downs Syndrome,
Who, more often than not
Is beyond difficult to control.

The little boy is six years old 
But acts as if he’s two,
He can’t speak at all, just yells a lot 
Throwing wild tantrums until he’s blue.

He likes throwing things around
As if everything’s a toy,
And has

ANOTHER SYNDROME LIE

It’s time we become aware of this syndrome lie:
“The more things change; the more they stay the same.”
Use your NI to simply check out this scamming phrase;
Are not change and same oxymoronic juxtapositions?!

Let us not be disillusioned and disrespected unto ourselves
And our Ancestors who have done so much over the centuries
To ensure that our slave-like

Eldritch Hysterical Annihilation Syndrome

I walk o u t...

I am lost in unapproachable light—a spectral broth
I am tasting the screaming silence—the archetypal observer
dissects my essence-fossil Passion
a seismic rupture between life/death/rebirth
gnaws at my marrow This dilemma-kudzu
coils tight, constricting tomorrow's breath

Death stalks me, a shadow with obsidian fangs
Sin's fruit—a parasitic putrefaction—
erupts in my gut
I am spewing maggot-guilt crawls through my veins
I

Deconstructing Trump Derangement Syndrome

    On his watch no attacks on Israel or Ukraine
      Yet they say he has no ‘smarts’ or brains

    The border was quieter, illegal immigration down
      Though my Congressman called it ‘fascistic clampdown’

    Taxes cut, the

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